Daydreams Diary: I’ve Been Waiting…

It’s been a while since I sat down to catch up with you.

There’s a reason for that.

In the recent words of someone I’ve always admired, actress Uma Thurman,

 

“I’ve been waiting to feel less angry.”

 

I’ve got a flurry of these Daydreams Diaries coming up this season perhaps making up for it.

With all of the events going on in the world, I felt the sudden urge to re-post my own #MeToo story,

The Girl That Didn’t Cry Wolf

 

 

Shared exclusively a few years ago at Stories That Must Not Die.

I think it’s important to highlight this happens to very young girls too. & We need to protect and educate our children.


Love Always,
Daydreams
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Blood in the Streets: Part III, The Children

Why

TheChildrenIt’s been just a few short months since the first two parts of this series were shared. Already, there have been a shocking number of more violent incidents. During that short time, a famous athlete, Mr. Colin Kaepernick has gained national attention for his form of silent protest. Other athletes, soldiers, and even students have followed in his footsteps.

Still it feels like we are no closer to a solution.

What is the solution? Is there a solution?

These are questions that can be heard tossed around on both sides. It’s obvious something needs to be done but not many people seem to have a clue where to begin. Many feel fear of “stirring the pot” so to speak, and my response is simply-perhaps the proverbial pot needs to be stirred.
We need to keep dialoging. We need to be uncomfortable in the conversations and situations in order to come to a positive middle ground. I’ve often feared bringing up these conversations myself; being one of the first ones. Some may say I’m placing a target on my forehead. I’m fully aware that I may be doing just that. This one, however, is personal to me. When my friends and family already have targets on their forehead, I guess I might as well join the bunch.

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There have even been children who have fallen victim to this sort of warped society we’re living in both physically and mentally. As a PTSD sufferer myself, I have suggested to friends that there should be massive group therapies (as well as individual) taking place. These options need to be enacted in order to treat the trauma not only these children, but also adults, are facing.

Trayvon Martin was one of the first names in these modern times to hit home for me. So much so that I felt the need to speak up then too. That could have been my son. That could have been your son. The media and politicians like to spin these as “black issues” that only effect black people. That could not be farther from the truth. This is a human rights issue. The moment atrocities like this occur, it becomes everyone’s issue—whether you like it or not.

Sadly, we need to explain these issues to our children. As a parent of a young, sensitive child I understand how painfully difficult this can be. The weight of having to do such a thing could make us want to avoid the situation all-together. Though their lives could be the price we pay for avoiding these touchy topics.

So let’s continue talking, and moving, and changing, so that perhaps in our not-so-distant future there will no longer be blood in the streets. No more blood from my brother, your brother, sister, father, son, mother, daughter, cousin, lover, friend, or anyone.

Blood in the Streets Series

This series is dedicated to all of the people of color that have supported me both emotionally and professionally not only over these past few years, but through my entire life.

This one is for you Miss Sophia, “Filly” Felicia, Val, Meli, Ashley, Amor, Jess, Jason, O, Viv, Tony, Pam, Curt, Ka, Gloria, Ra, Hahn, and countless others.

I value and appreciate you.

Sleepy Sundays: Summer Street

Summer StreetSummer Street

Whenever I visualize August in my mind, memories and flashes of children playing and water hoses sputtering glide on through. This is probably due to the area I grew up in, where you could hear the echoes of kids laughing for miles in the summer. Sure there was the obnoxious horn, or the siren every once in a while, but we were too busy creating chalk art to hear much of it. Sometimes, if we’d get a brief thunder shower, the rain would create this neat speckled rainbow-effect on the pavement.

I designed this piece of pattern for a blanket/comforter in the early morning hours. Those little end-of-summer late afternoons were my inspiration.

Do you have any summer memories that stick out? Have you ever made chalk art?

Have a shining Sunday!

Random Thoughts & Fun FactsI miss being a business. I was selling my artwork and designs for almost two full years. Lately though, I’ve been confident there is so much more around the bend. I’m still designing pieces for home décor and much more because there is still a demand for my work, even without the store here. Who knows what the future holds…

 

We Could Be Heroes

Today is my son’s birthday. In just a short while he’ll awaken and care about nothing more than presents, balloons, and party time. After all, he is a kid.

My son doesn’t yet understand how profoundly he’s effected all of our lives for the better. I’ve spoken many times on the subject both here and elsewhere. He still manages to shock me with his complex understanding everyday.

The little one and I often joke and talk about what we’d be like as superheroes. They are, after all, his favorite thing on the planet for quite some time now.

He once told me I reminded him of this awesome chick  one particular super-human-lady named Opal:

Opal is coincidentally my birthstone. The character herself is a “fusion” of two different people.

As the munchkin sleeps, and I sit here and prepare and organize, he still managed to get my wheels turning once again.

 

We are all capable of super-human feats. My son is a shining example of that himself. He has overcome odds stacked against him time and time again. Come to think of it, so have I. So have all of us. In a world full of so much ugliness, day in, day out, sometimes it takes super-human strength just to make it through.

I’ve seen powers in all of you when you change things for the better. When you organize a charity, brave through sharing a difficult story, help someone learn to read, and most of all, when you heal a broken heart.

Being a mother to this beautiful child has granted me a new perspective on life.

Happy Birthday, munchkin.

“We can be heroes, just for one day.” David Bowie

Peace Child

Peace Child
This is my take on my dear friend Kozo’s Monthly Peace Challenge: Peace Child. I wanted to create art that evoked peace in the eyes of not just adults, but children as well. Aside from my writing, some of you may know I design art for homes/lifestyle. One of those parts of the home I specialize in are children’s rooms and nurseries. So, I give you “Peace Child”, inspired by my dear friend and all of my fellow Bloggers for Peace.

Other Peace Children: